Sunday, September 14, 2014

This will destroy you (but will also set your soul free)

I discover a fearless heart
when I repeat my love
for a man who denied me
three times.

The hours you spent
accounting my masks,
observing my stumbles
to prove me imperfect -

have you assumed 
they would make me weak?
I'm the weakest a human being can be,
I love. You don't know what it is.

Or maybe you do.
You block the bridge I've built to you
knowing I always cross it alone.
Maybe, you've already gotten yourself

a weakness.
This will destroy you,
my dear one.
(But will also set your soul free.)

Saturday, September 13, 2014


Dear G,

you go unspeakable
and I cannot guess
what runs in your chest,

if it is the city sewage
or a river of hot lava.
Will you take me on a tour?

Have I not said it
a thousand times
that I am not afraid of

your underworld?

Friday, September 12, 2014


Last night
I was mistakenly happy
for two hours.

The thrill reminded me
of the first summer
I went fishing with my father,

when I caught
a P. Lineatus which was
under the minimum length limit,

and I had to
return it to the river
and watch it go away.